Zheng Zixin (1)

When I first met him, I was only nine years old. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

Princess Qinghe asked a group of people to celebrate my birthday.

The brothers led the three or five sons into the garden, and across the lotus pond, I heard the laughter of the teenagers, and then I looked over them and saw him on the white jade bridge. Dressed in pale cyan shirts, his eyes do not squint.

Princess Qinghe turned around and asked me, "Zixin, who is that one in the blue clothes?" Why haven't I seen it before? ”

I shook my head. My brother often fights crickets with a group of sons, and the few around him often come to my house, except for him.

At that time, we were young and naïve, and we were bold, and Princess Qinghe took the lead, so we coaxed them to come over for questioning.

A few teenagers who were six or seven years older than us came to greet us with smiling faces, and when they heard that it was my birthday, they took out the gadgets they were bringing with them as congratulatory gifts.

A fan, a piece of jade, a diamond wrench, a fan pendant. No matter how ridiculous I was, I knew that I couldn't take a man's personal belongings, so I didn't take any of them with my hands down. The young man in Tsing Yi said with his hand: "I came in a hurry, I didn't bring a congratulatory gift, I hope Miss forgive me." ”

I pursed my lips and smiled, and suddenly I wanted to embarrass this serious teenager.

"It's not difficult for me to forgive my sins, why don't you just take the things on your body for me like your brothers? I don't accept other people's products, but only yours, how about it? ”

My brother glared at me and scolded me for messing around.

The sisters covered their mouths and smiled, they knew that I had always been naughty and unscrupulous.

The other sons made a sour noise, urging him to give a gift quickly.

He couldn't, so he waved his hand: "In this case, the princess and you are favored, and it is better to obey your fate than to be respectful." Xu has no long things, and is willing to give a poem to Miss. ”

I immediately ordered the maid to fetch a pen and paper, and he flicked his sleeves and waved them on the spot.

As soon as he wrote, everyone made fun of the two of us, and although my brother cherished my reputation, he only laughed and reprimanded me.

Princess Qinghe and Miss Zhu also snickered and whispered, teenage girls, who don't understand the taste of sorrow, are all joking hearts.

I wasn't annoyed. I have never cared much about other people's eyes, and everyone in my family spoils me like a treasure, so I can make trouble.

I looked at his side face, and he stared at the rice paper seriously, his back straight, and his pen was strong. That's the kind of steadiness I've always lacked.

By the end of Thaksin's pen swimming, the laughter of the crowd had fallen, and he had a good handwriting, the ink was sinuous and the pen was like a blade, and a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old rarely had such calligraphy.

The poems he endowed, Princess Qinghe recited aloud, word by word, full of brilliance.

The laughter turned to admiration, and everyone looked at him differently.

I originally just wanted to play him, but clinker, but I was distracted by his demeanor. For the first time, I knew what an export is, what is a literary brilliance, and what is a celebrity and a celebrity.

He was neither arrogant nor humble, neither embarrassed nor blushing at my teasing, nor evading excuses, he conquered everyone present with his demeanor, and he also conquered me at the same time.

The elder brother hugged his shoulder, "Yuqin, no wonder the master favors you, you really have the strength." ”

He just smiled, humbly said goodbye, and took his leave.

Princess Qinghe laughed at him for being old-fashioned, but I was sullen and speechless. At that time, I was young and didn't know what it was.

Years later, I got to know him very well. He came to my house more and more, and he got closer and closer to my brother.

I often secretly worry about what if my brother breaks him? Although my brother is good at reading, his preference for wine is his Achilles' heel, and he also boasts of being a merry and talented man, saying that he imitates unruly celebrities. My brother's danqing, most of which are used to depict the beauties he has met, have not been praised for a few years, but have indirectly fulfilled my name.

One of my paintings, "Spring River", was known to the world, and was praised by the great Confucians of the time, and people named me and Miss Lu Jia as "Shuangshu in Beijing", and praised the two of us as a model of noble women in Beijing.

In fact, I don't like to learn rules and etiquette, and I don't care much about good reputation, I paint, just to make myself better, not too different from him. I will never be able to write his handwriting, or at least, I should be able to draw a picture worthy of his inscription.

He didn't know my lovesickness, and every time we met in the study, he lowered his eyes, didn't look at me, and called me lightly, "Miss Zheng".

Those encounters are not really chances. Whenever I heard that he was coming, I would go to the outer court to find my brother for various reasons.

I also pestered my brother to ask him to come to the door, or went out on a cruise, forcing him to take me.

As the years passed, I became less and less fond of socializing with the delicate pretentious ladies, preferring to wear men's clothes and go to their literati meetings with my brother. I couldn't recite too many verses, I just smiled at him, and he recited it without hurry, and he was the brightest one in the crowd.

After the age of thirteen, I couldn't hide my mind anymore, and everyone knew that the person in my heart was Xu Jiaerlang.

At that time, the people who came to propose marriage had already broken through the threshold, and I was afraid that my grandfather would marry me to someone else, so I made a big fuss. My grandfather finally relented and allowed me to marry someone I liked. As long as the lintel does not disgrace the family, my grandfather will do as I please.

I snickered, his family background matched mine, and we were a match made in heaven.

I originally wanted to write a letter to reveal my lovesickness, but after all, I felt that I couldn't wait day and night, if he was ashamed to reply to the letter, or something went wrong on the way to deliver the letter, what should I do? I know that I am suffering from gains and losses, and I am too sensitive, but it is only for him, I am like this.

I decided to speak to him personally.

After a sleepless night, after waking up, despite the cold autumn wind, I took a car to his academy.

The autumn wind blew through the curtain, blowing me cold, and in the rain, I faintly saw a cyan figure coming.

I threw myself out of the car, smiling and feeling lost. It's not him, it's another friend of my brother, and he told me that Xu Gongzi went on a study tour in other places and has been gone for a few days.

Anxious and disappointed, I was drenched in the rain and went to my brother's yard in embarrassment.

"Zheng Zeming, he left, you didn't tell me?"

My hangover brother hadn't woken up yet, and when he opened his eyes, he was startled by the way I looked.

"Where did he go? When will you be back? ”

It took him a long time before he realized that the person I asked was Xu Gongzi.

My brother smiled bitterly and persuaded me: "Zixin, don't be stupid, he didn't treat you as a girl at all." A lot of people want to marry you and want to offer you as a bodhisattva, so why cling to that nerd? ”

I can't listen to it at all, after years of getting along, I frequently appear in front of him, beautiful and talented, how can he be unintentional to me?

Thinking that he was restrained and polite, he was afraid that he was interested in me, and he didn't dare to say it.

On the other hand, he is the second son of the second room, and he can't inherit the title, and his father Jingyang Marquis is not good at drilling, but he is afraid that his future is not as good as that of the eldest grandson of other people's families, so he doesn't dare to confide in me, the only concubine of the Guogong Mansion.

But do I care about the rich and the rich? My dowry is enough to allow us to continue our life of luxury after marriage.